Disclaimer: I do not own KHR, I wish I did though.
Authoress note: Well, I should be working on Constellation:Vega, but this idea popped into my mind. So I had to write it because it would not stop bothering me until I did~ Anyways, I'm actually planning to make this into a one-shot collection of various themes involving Haru. If it wasn't established yet, she is my favorite (female) KHR character. Er. enough with the senseless babbling, please let me know if I should continue~
Summary: Innocence. That word never belonged the the world of the mafia, even the sweetest of people with the of kindest hearts, will soil their hands in the blood of their enemies. Yes, remaining innocent was a lost cause.

xXx Innocence xXx

How long has it been since she had been killing?

A woman thought to herself, wiping the tip of her metal gun with a handkerchief before putting the weapon away. Perhaps far too long if she no longer felt a thing for the person that she had to kill. But that is her life now, she chose to be apart of the darker world that was hidden from those who refused to accept it. It was literally a dog eat dog, survival of the fittest...every man (or woman) for himself, if you were alone. She wasn't though, she had a family she needed to go back home to, to let them know that her mission was completed and she was safe.

It never was supposed to be like this. A few years ago, her boss was keen on making their famiglia turn into the vigilante group that it once started off as. However, it was a hard thing to do, especially after those many years of mistakes that cannot be erased from history. The only thing they could do was accept the fact now, that it would probably take just as many years to come for the reformation of their entire famiglia. And while the reformation subtly took its course, do anything and everything to keep the famiglia alive.

They were never supposed to kill. Before, it went against their code. That changed. After too many incidents of survivors returning with reinforcements, it was then decided that they were to kill all who was at the scene. It was also decided that if they were to get out of hand with their killings, that the family will ultimately be dissolved. The first time she killed someone, it was an accident and she was horrified..traumatized. She couldn't recall much of what had happened that night, all that she knew was that she was holding a smoking gun, the enemy was dead on the floor and her best friend was safe, alive. Everyone had tried to make her leave her room that night and the following nights after, when she had isolated herself and refused to speak. It was only then, when the ex-tutor of her boss came in, that the truth dawned on her. A harsh lesson he gave her, one that she'll never forget.

Innocence.

That word never belonged the the world of the mafia. If anyone in the world of the mafia who was to say they are innocent, they would be laughed at in their faces. Even the sweetest of people, with the of kindest hearts, will soil their hands in the blood of their enemies. It was a fact. You hesitate to pull the trigger, you'd probably be the one ending up on the cold dirt floor with blood pooling around you, your life slipping away. The world is a dark place, so dark, that even if you want to turn back, you notice your in too deep and there's no longer any light for you to follow.

With one last glance at the dead man, she gestured for the awaiting men behind her to quickly do what they're jobs. Hide or burn the body, basically getting rid of the evidence. She could hear their quiet footsteps as they worked diligently around the room. When the woman had heard the sound of a bag zipping closed, she walked forward toward the exit, ears perked as they listened to her men follow close behind. The brunette reached for the doorknob and noted its surface.

Cold.

Just like everything in the underground. Their hearts were frozen and cold. No amount flame could melt the chunk of ice that surrounded their hearts, not after so many years of living the dark life. Compassionate and open with friends while being vicious, merciless and cruel toward the enemies.

The brunette sighed and pulled open the door, squinting. 'Stupid sunlight', she thought, after spending most of that day in the dark warehouse, the light hurt her eyes that had yet to adjust. She brought a single hand to her forehead to shield her eyes, and looked around. In the distance, a group of people stood, waiting. And judging by their stance and less than hostile aura, she knew it was her family. They were waiting for her to come home, the only place with a source of warmth. Slowly, she made her way back to them, gun now in its holster. They had inspected her for any suspected injuries, and after seeing that she had none, her boss nodded and they were moving once more, back to their headquarters. The brunette stood still in her place, watching as her friends continued to walk into the horizon, their backs toward her.

This was her life now. Her innocence vanished that night of her first kill. It will never come back, her hands were forever stained by the blood of the enemies, no matter how many times she washed it. The sounds of heels hitting the pavement drew the brunette out of her thoughts and she glanced up. A long haired, strawberry blonde stood in front of her, easily and readily taking the brunette's hand into her own. A hand that never spilled the blood of their enemies should not be touching her dirty ones. The brunette flinched and tried to remove her hand from the person's grasp, only for the other woman to grasp it more firmly.

"Let's go home, Haru-chan!"

Haru studied the woman. Sasagawa, Kyoko. Dark brown eyes scanned the honey brown ones that stared at her, and a small smile graced her lips. Perhaps, there was still a single innocent person in the mafia world. It took no longer than a second for Haru to decide, that she will protect that innocence her best friend held. She would protect it much better than how she tried to protect her own. Pulling her hand away from her friend's the brunette smiled gently.

"Hai."

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Okie, I'm not really sure if I should make this a one-shot collection, with various themes. Please let me know if I should. I don't mind constructive criticism, but please no flames. Thanks again for taking the time to read :)